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Elegy to Eleventh GradeSchool is dead,
I can lie abed, rot on the web, and choose where I tread, But before I may savor This summer sloth flavor, I have to hack up some concern and slay the final wurm. Essaytees, elderies, downright stupid melodies, plastic driving card, having at the lard. An aggrevating start to summer, oh what a bummer, but at least I'm not stuck with those dummies, douche bags, emo kids, and artsy fags. |
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